Chapter 916
Chapter 916: The 61st Message from Hutchinson on Whatsapp (6)_1
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Hearing the name "Flossie Wright," Nancy Phillips frowned impatiently and complained, "Bring hers over and do—"
She didn’t finish speaking.
Nancy Phillips’s gaze fixed on the humanoid target.
She was stunned.
Ciara Clark raised her eyebrows smugly, but the astonishment and excitement hidden in the depths of her eyes were not completely concealed.
All of the bullets on Flossie Wright’s humanoid target were concentrated on the face.
Starting from the forehead, a dense mass scattered gradually, looking not like a mishap, but deliberate, creating row upon row of marks.
Elsewhere, there were only a few stray bullets.
With her eyebrows tightly knotted, Nancy Phillips thought for a moment and asked in a deep voice, "What about hers from yesterday?"
"You saw yesterday’s, didn’t you?" Ciara Clark walked up to the target and said, "Excellent performance, but not particularly outstanding among the top shooters."
Pausing for a moment, Ciara Clark pointed to the target with a sense of emotion, "With this ability, how could she have lost today?"
This ability—
Dammit, it’s like she’s hitting whatever she aims at!
After musing for a short while, Nancy Phillips’s face turned ashen with a cold indifference as she squeezed out a few words, "She was ill."
Ciara Clark’s eyes widened in surprise.
Knowing her astonishment, but without intending to continue, Nancy Phillips said indifferently, "Keep the target safe, don’t let others see it."
"A novice soldier crushing all the veteran soldiers, what do you think?" Nancy Phillips countered.
Ciara Clark nodded in sudden realization.
As a novice, Flossie Wright’s shooting had reached such an uncanny level... how could the veteran soldiers not be jealous?
In other aspects, who knows how much they wanted to get rid of Flossie Wright.
Moreover, they had all heard that Flossie Wright’s physical fitness was never very good, except for combat, shooting, and diving, her results in other areas were just average, at best reaching a mediocre level without holding anyone back.
Looking at her dumbfounded expression, Nancy Phillips walked away with anger burning inside her.
Flossie Wright was running on the playground, and Rowdy Brightwill followed beside her with tightly pursed lips.
The morning training was over.
𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
At the Shooting Range, troves of ocean-colored figures, like a tide, crowded toward the cafeteria, lively and noisy, even the tiredness seemed to lessen.
Flossie Wright ran without looking sideways.
She had run 32 laps.
She still had 18 to go.
And now, her physical strength was exhausted to the limit.
Her body felt like it was filled with lead, and even moving a step was extremely difficult. Rowdy Brightwill, following beside her, moved at a pace almost akin to a stroll.
Rowdy Brightwill’s face was as sour as a bitter gourd, his worry for her apparent as he ventured to ask, "Can you still run?"
In a daze, Flossie Wright heard him but didn’t have the energy to respond.
Her cheeks were flushed, and it seemed as if there was a fire burning in her eyes. The hair under her cap, already drenched in sweat, clung to her skin. Sweat streamed down her cheeks and neck, her inner short sleeve was already soaking wet.
After a long while, Flossie Wright gave him a look.
Finally, she forced a word through clenched teeth—
Grinding his teeth, Rowdy Brightwill felt stifled.
This damn girl, will she die if she doesn’t act tough?!
Yet, every time Rowdy Brightwill thought of helping her, or stopping her, he would remember Nancy Phillips’s words.
—Why can you persist, but she can’t?
Indeed, why could he, and she could not?
He, they had all been sick before; this wasn’t an ordinary force. There were no niceties here, training with sickness was a common occurrence.
— End of Chapter 916 —